Business Always
CHAPTER 7—XAVIER POV

"He's gone now," she breathes out. I could tell our close proximity was bothering her. The quick way she pulled me against her, left my hands around her rib cage, the edges of my fingers brushing against the bottom of her breasts.

I back away, and she continues to walk, be following closely behind. When we reach the end of the road, the takes her car keys out of her pocket and unlocks her car, the bright white lights of an expensive Mercedes blink back at her.

"It was good seeing you," she says in a way that lets me know she's just being nice. Or at least trying to be nice.

She walks down the rest of the remaining street and sits in the driver's seat, placing the bag in the passenger seat as if it were an actual passenger. Her engine comes to life, and she elegantly reverses out of her parking spot and drives away, not giving me a second look.

I walk to my car, sitting down and throwing the rope and handcuffs I uselessly bought, behind me into the back seats, scoffing. It wasn't like I was going to be using them anytime soon.

I decide to drive back to the office, not really having anything better to do with my time.

"Boss man!" Leroy is ready to greet me.

I haven't been in the building for a couple of days, and it has been quite easy to get used to having my assistants around.

"You have someone who wants to speak to you. Should I let them in?" he asks, and I nod.

A couple of moments later, a younger familiar looking man comes into my office. He's

in a plain Frey shirt and black sweatpants, holding nothing but a tablet in his hand.

"Good afternoon, Mr King. I'm Robin," he says.

"Good afternoon." I nod.

"I'm going to meet Miss Davis tomorrow to sign her contract with Atlec," he says timidly.

"So why are you here?" I ask. I've had enough of hearing about her.

"I was wondering if you would reconsider to make this a three-way partnership?" he asks.

"I declined that offer at your pitch," I remind him.

"I remember, but if there's any chance that you've changed your mind, then I didn't want to miss it," he says. I smirk at his courage to come back here and ask.

"Just to be clear. It'll be you, me, and Miss Davis?" I clarify.

"Yes. You're my only 2 investors."

"Okay."

"Okay what?" he asks.

"Okay. When you go to Miss Davis's office tomorrow, come to mine after I want the exact same deal as her."

"Great!" He smiles. "Thank you, sir." He shakes my hand and leaves.

"And Robin?" I stop him on his way out.

"Yes, sir?" His eyebrows raise up.

"Don't worry about letting Miss Davis know. I'll take care of that." He nods and leaves.

I'm actually quite glad that he came back. I wanted to invest in his company at the pitch, but my ego got the best of me after seeing Amelia again, and I irrationally declined his offer to work with her.

Grabbing my cell phone, I call her number, which I still had from when we were business partners 6 months away. The line rings a couple times, before I hear her voice.

"Hello." Her voice is quiet and airy. She sounds different, I double check the contact to make sure I dallied the right number.

"Amelia?" I make sure it's her.

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"Yes?" Her voice quivers.

I stay silent for a moment, making sure she's OK when I hear a faint but noticeable buzzing sound in the background. The silence between us also makes me realize her breaths quickening. I listen for a second longer to confirm what I thought I was hearing.

"It's Xavier."

"Mr King," she breathes out, and my grip around my phone tightens.

"What are you doing, Miss Davis?" I smirk, knowing full well exactly what I've caught her in the middle of.

"I-I'm busy right now." Her voice is higher pitched, and she stutters as she struggles to control her shaky words.

"I can hear," I mutter. "Are you coming?"

"W-what?" she blurts out, her breathing getting faster and faster.

"To Atlec tomorrow? I made a last-minute partnership with that kid," I say, unable to fathom the fact that she's touching herself as she speaks to me. I don't know if she's trying to hide the fact or not, but she isn't doing a very good job.

Every shudder, quiver, and moan of hers was like music to my ears.

"Mr King," she stutters, and the buzzing gets faster and louder. "This really isn't a good time."

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?" I bite down on my lip, trying to hold my smile back.

"I-I'm just..." she starts but the rest of her words melts away as she moans, long and low.

"You're just...?" I urge her to finish her sentence.

She lets out another tremble. This time, it's a mix of pleasure and annoyance at my teasing. I chuckle lowly. She has every power to end the call, but she doesn't, and I definitely won't.

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No one talks, her breathing gets faster and louder as she lets out a series of whimpers and moans. "X-Xavier?" she calls out my name and at this point I'm hard as a rock.

"Miss Davis?" I reply to her completely normally, pretending that nothing unusual is going on.

"I think..." She swallows hard. "I think you should..."

"I should what?" I stay clueless on purpose.

"Oh my God," she cries. I can recognize that tone-she's about to climax.

"Amelia." I want her to hear me saying her name as she cums.

She moans quietly at first, slowly getting louder and louder, the buzz of her vibrator intensifies as her whimpers do. "Xavier." My name is followed by some words that get lost with her intensifying moans.

"I'm sorry. I can't quite understand what you're saying," I say directly into the mic of my phone, making sure she can hear every word I say during her climax. Moments later, the vibrator is turned off and she begins to catch her breath. I tuck my chair in, letting the edge of my desk hide my pelvis and the boner I was sporting.

I can only imagine her body, surrounded in the silk sheets she had when I was last in her bedroom, her chest rising up and down and her hands travelling along her curves as she recovers from her orgasm.

Stop it.

I bite my jaw down, trying to get the naked images of her out of my mind. Throwing

my head back, I swallow the dryness from my throat.

I need a cold shower.